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1(Ooh, that's funky, mama)2 bad brothas(Ooh, that's funky, mama)3 bad brothas(Ooh, that's funky, mama)4 bad brothas(Ooh, that's funky, mama)5 bad brothas(Ooh, that's funky, mama)6 bad brothasReady?Hit itPong, Don Simone on the microphoneYou like the sound> Don't touch the bass, homesDrop it, you can't stop it, you wish you would'Kick it in the hood...- you never couldGood, better than bad, the new fasBut you 6-4 can never touch my CadThe granddad, now you call me superiorYou know my name, but me, I never hear of yaRid- R-i-d, now say it backwardsD-i-r, Director In Control RespectiveYou think you're rollin, jock holdin walkin aroundSongtexteBut the T.R.I.B.E. rides deep, so deep you might drownNow, you picked a letterYou picked the r, it's time to fade the trendsetterNiever, I'm just too clever, cause I'm the GanxtaTo kill ya, you're the vermin, I'll drank yaIntoxicated, r rated with the contentThis one's so funky, gotta use it in my concertYou get hurt if you try to revert to any otherFrom the Six Bad Brothas7 bad brothas8 bad brothas9 bad brothas1010, chin, you give the pin to the hench menA kite was shot straight to the hit man6 is better than 1But Six Bad Brothas with gunsPackin 808 kick drumsBad muthafuckas, six wanted hustlersDown for the count, we kill you with a mufflerSilence- they said real bad boys move in silenceThe the hard loud ones are more violentI keep strollin couse of the mic I'm holdin16 deep, so you know we rollinDoin it like gangsters, rollin like starsBusters beat up girls and tuck behind the hardHardcore, identical to the last oneAll you can do is make beer runsYou got it like this, we got it like thatMan, y'all ain't be got no gat...Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is the winnin team(Why you say that?) Cause we get the loudest screamSo hold your bitch tight, cause we're all fighters, not loversYeah, Six Bad Brothas7 bad brothas8 bad brothas9bad brothas10(Ooh, that's funky, mama)Godfather, you think they can get with T.R.I.B.E.?Na, na,na,na,naTell em T.R.I.B.E.Na, na, na, na, naGodfather- a bad brotha (King Roscoe)- a bad brotha (K.O.D.)- a bad brotha (E.K.A.)- a bad brotha (O.M.B)- a bad brothaGanxta Ridd- a bad brothaand to the T.R.I.B.E.- some bad brothasYeahWord to the brothasI don't need an application for this rhyme creationA boo-yaa to ya with the rhyme reputationMultiple like a fly, opponents realize6 bad brothas finna energize??? rhyme sayer is what you wanna beI said a rap, he was crap, sounded more like a summaryO is on the go, known to be a braggerGoin straight to all you posses like a 12" daggerSuicidal, emotion will result in disgraceA rhyme sayer, a player simply settin the paceTemperature flare to a certain degreeAnd like a cold we got symptoms inside you will seeNow our dry cell analyzed, we can't be defined Coordinated, updated with the one-track mineYo, the mine (what is the mind?)The mind is a tool that make busters go blindManipulator, fader, perpetrator haterInnovator, debater, operator, calculatorRap schooler, and there ain't no coolerWhen it comes to MC's, Boo-Yaa the rap rulers1 bad brotha2 bad brothas3 bad brothas4 bad brothas5 bad brothas6 bad brothasThat's all it takes, homeboy(Ooh, that's funky, mama) Aus Songtexte Mania